To Fill You Up

Filling you up depleted me.

My focus, my energy, my heart, my soul.  I willingly gave up all that made me who I was.  Every spare part, every tiny space and every speck of light I gave up to you, to fill you up with all of that.  And it depleted me.  You feasted on it and depleted me.  And as I became depleted, as I grew tired and weary, you began to resent me; you told me I was weak, soft, pathetic.  When I reached out for a small piece from you, for some hope, for some kindness . . . you snarled and hissed at me from behind dark angry eyes.  You found only faults in the shell of what was left of me.

Soft Female

All things considered she was lucky and yes, she was strong.  But dammit she was tired of being strong.  She was tired of being a survivor.  She was just tired.  Right now and for a while she wanted to be soft, she wanted to be feminine, she wanted to be vulnerable and she wanted all of that to be okay with even one someone.  She wanted to be scooped up and held.  Just that.  Held.  She didn’t need anything fixed.  Would someone just hold her and let her be this way for as long as she needed . . . please?